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I'm going down faster than I would ever imagine.
2 ReviewsBasically a Frikey. Uh, high school and such. Wow, this summary sucks. But read please (:
Frank's POV
It all started at the first week of school. Normally I would dread having to meet all new so called 'friends' but this week wasn't so bad. The most popular guy in school seems to have a attraction to me. Which I don't mind one bit. But the problem? He likes to sleep with you, then never actually see you again. He has done it before according to people here. But everyone still loves him. His name is Mikey. And hes not a jock. Hes actually sorta like me, black and "emo". Hes indescribable. Incredibly gorgeous. Perfect, big brown eyes. He makes me melt. Just one most tiny tiny problem. Hes a senior I'm a Freshman. That's the reason I know its not going to last. He can have ANYONE in this school. Old or young, boy or girl. And he choose me.
I walked into school late on Friday morning. As I walked down the still, emotionless hallway Mikey rounded the corner and smirked as he saw me. I however pretended I didn't see him and walked straight to my locker. God only knows what he wants to do to me today, to make my head spin in the most wonderful way possible.
"Hi Frank." He said smiling his famous smile. I looked up from my bag and tried to comprehend why he would even want to talk to me.
"Hi Mikey." I said softly now looking at me hands, anything other than him and I'm good.
"Why are you late today, Frankie?" He asked me leaning against the other lockers beside mine.
"Uhm, I w-woke up l-late." I stuttered out. That's sorta like a habit now, whenever I'm in talking reach of him, I WILL stutter. The problem is, he talks to me a lot. So I stutter quite a lot. As I stand here talking to the most popular guy in my school, my stomach aches and I feel sick. My head spins and scrambles trying to find something somewhat important to tell him. Its the worst sick feeling imaginable. Yet I love every single second of it.
Without any notice he moves his face towards mine. This is the part I seem to love most. He pressed his lips securely to mine and massages them lightly. When he lets go to breathe he presses his forehead against mine lightly. I open my eyes to see him smiling slightly.
"I like when your shy Frankie. I like how your cheeks go pink." He said to me whispering because we weren't even inches apart. What a completely random thing to say. Regardless what he says I'll always blush. Because hes the one saying it to me.
I leave my last class before lunch. I absolutely hate staying for lunch so I walk home. First I walk to my locker and out away all my books. I walk out of the front doors of my school and out on the sidewalk to leave home. But being who I am, Mikey comes beside me.
"How was the morning Frank?" He asks me smiling away.
"Fine." I answer. Nice and short, nothing embarrassing about it at all.
"You know the news thing?" He asks out of random. They news, that's actually filled with gossip inside.
"Yes." Tell him.
"There's a picture of us in it. You look really hot." He said smiling at me. Then without notice once again he grabs hold of my hand. Then I realized most of the things he does, is without notice. I smiled up at him. The thing that's weird is, were not 'going out'. I don't even know if he considers me as a friend. He flirts around with everyone. But Mikey's friend came up to me one day and said he never does it this much. To one person. But I'm still confused in ever single was possible.
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It all started at the first week of school. Normally I would dread having to meet all new so called 'friends' but this week wasn't so bad. The most popular guy in school seems to have a attraction to me. Which I don't mind one bit. But the problem? He likes to sleep with you, then never actually see you again. He has done it before according to people here. But everyone still loves him. His name is Mikey. And hes not a jock. Hes actually sorta like me, black and "emo". Hes indescribable. Incredibly gorgeous. Perfect, big brown eyes. He makes me melt. Just one most tiny tiny problem. Hes a senior I'm a Freshman. That's the reason I know its not going to last. He can have ANYONE in this school. Old or young, boy or girl. And he choose me.
I walked into school late on Friday morning. As I walked down the still, emotionless hallway Mikey rounded the corner and smirked as he saw me. I however pretended I didn't see him and walked straight to my locker. God only knows what he wants to do to me today, to make my head spin in the most wonderful way possible.
"Hi Frank." He said smiling his famous smile. I looked up from my bag and tried to comprehend why he would even want to talk to me.
"Hi Mikey." I said softly now looking at me hands, anything other than him and I'm good.
"Why are you late today, Frankie?" He asked me leaning against the other lockers beside mine.
"Uhm, I w-woke up l-late." I stuttered out. That's sorta like a habit now, whenever I'm in talking reach of him, I WILL stutter. The problem is, he talks to me a lot. So I stutter quite a lot. As I stand here talking to the most popular guy in my school, my stomach aches and I feel sick. My head spins and scrambles trying to find something somewhat important to tell him. Its the worst sick feeling imaginable. Yet I love every single second of it.
Without any notice he moves his face towards mine. This is the part I seem to love most. He pressed his lips securely to mine and massages them lightly. When he lets go to breathe he presses his forehead against mine lightly. I open my eyes to see him smiling slightly.
"I like when your shy Frankie. I like how your cheeks go pink." He said to me whispering because we weren't even inches apart. What a completely random thing to say. Regardless what he says I'll always blush. Because hes the one saying it to me.
I leave my last class before lunch. I absolutely hate staying for lunch so I walk home. First I walk to my locker and out away all my books. I walk out of the front doors of my school and out on the sidewalk to leave home. But being who I am, Mikey comes beside me.
"How was the morning Frank?" He asks me smiling away.
"Fine." I answer. Nice and short, nothing embarrassing about it at all.
"You know the news thing?" He asks out of random. They news, that's actually filled with gossip inside.
"Yes." Tell him.
"There's a picture of us in it. You look really hot." He said smiling at me. Then without notice once again he grabs hold of my hand. Then I realized most of the things he does, is without notice. I smiled up at him. The thing that's weird is, were not 'going out'. I don't even know if he considers me as a friend. He flirts around with everyone. But Mikey's friend came up to me one day and said he never does it this much. To one person. But I'm still confused in ever single was possible.
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